Horror Movie Love
Ours is a romance that never plays by the rules–
You with your wicked smile and mascara smeared like blood spatter, me with a heart too stupid to run,
Every night a new plot twist, every argument a set piece with all the gore and none of the escape.
I’m the final guy–just lucky enough to survive your worst, never smart enough to leave the house before dark,
You chase me through hallways littered with old secrets, laughter echoing off the walls like a chainsaw in the dark,
We break all the horror movie commandments–splitting up, making out in the murder room, daring fate to finish what we started,
You’re a nightmare in heels, carving my name in the fogged-up mirror,
And I love the hunt, the near-misses, the way we both pretend it’s just fun and traps.
In the quiet after the screaming, we find each other–bloody but breathing,
Our kisses taste of adrenaline and old wounds,
We make love like survivors clinging to the last warmth before dawn,
Sometimes I think we’re just playing roles–scream queen and doomed fool–
But the truth is, nobody else gets me, nobody else can love this hard, this violently, this real,
There’s no happy ending, no closing credits, just the promise of another night, another chase,
Sometimes we hold each other so tight it hurts, just to remember what being alive really means.
Maybe someday, we’ll make it out alive,
Swap the slasher soundtrack for something softer, let the blood dry and see what’s left,
But until then, I wouldn’t trade a single haunted midnight,
Not for all the peace in the world–
Because in this mess of terror and passion, this endless script of chasing and surviving,
We are exactly who we’re meant to be–
The couple who screams, who bleeds, who keeps coming back,
Who never says goodbye,
Because love isn’t gentle, and our story is never done.